His rushing action came to a halt, his eyes filled with disbelief, as shadows constantly shifted and transformed into a pitch-black hand, twisting his throat, breaking his spine, punching into his body like a heavy fist, compressing his organs into a pulp, then forcefully opening and squeezing them.
In an instant, the Night Race's body was torn apart and shredded, exploding into a continually spreading blood mist like a blossoming flower, lingering in the air.
The powerful killing energy left everyone stunned in their tracks, even Bologue, ready to raise his sword for a fierce slash, hesitated for a moment, surprisedly observing Olivia.
Previously, Olivia's displayed strength was mostly in hiding and stealth; this was the first time they directly witnessed Olivia's active attack, and once she revealed her fangs, she was extraordinarily fierce.
Olivia preempted Bologue and Palmer, neither hiding her anger nor holding back its release.
"You inferior creatures!"
